He cast a shy sideways glance at the elderly man riding in the scooter.Continue reading “Half a life time”
The phone rang shortly before lunch, an odd enough occurence for sure. The caller though someone I often speak with. She calls me her second mom as I helped guide her through some formative times. Now a dozen years later we still keep in touch regularly. The call promoted a string of events.Continue reading “Whimsical Win”
The impact of one sentence, spoken to me in 1977, is profound. The implications of those words lead to a single decision that can be traced into so many aspects of my life today.Continue reading “The best collectibles”
I shed tears last evening, which given the current world situation, isn’t all that surprising. What dropped me over the edge was
A slight shift in a word and it allowed my perspective to change. This permitted me to
It was a revelation to me that today was a special day. One that needed to be marked and honoured. I am so glad that my
“Walk with me along the way,
We’ll share …
This week two very dear friends of mine turned around
Between being goal orientated and a time constraint we totally nailed our
The steps today seemed tiny and, on occasion, even a bit futile. Which seems like a strange thing to say about a day touring around in a foreign country.
Our visit to the Liverpool area was twofold. We wanted to visit our friends who live there and do some research into my great uncle’s life, death and perhaps final resting place. The computer “paper” trail of my great uncle’s life has gone a bit cold. I was lucky that my Canadian cousin did a lot of base research. Born 1886 in a poorhouse in Ormskirk, that’s also where we believe he died. A brief stint in Canada from 1911 to 1925 but as he was an “undesirable” due to some sort of mental illness that rendered him unemployable, he was deported from Canada shortly after his mother’s death.
So armed with a great local driver we set off for Ormskirk. The history section and a librarian were a good start.
So then info turned up that the Ormskirk work house was closed in the 30’s when it became the Ormskirk County Hospital.
Which was then closed in 1948 and the patients were farmed out. So we’ve managed a couple of descent suppositions about where he went in the as either Greaves Hall Hospital or Sefton House Hospital.
The National Registry office at Ormskirk sent us to Preston. Preston to Liverpool. Liverpool had already replied to my email in the negative. Ah fun and games. Perhaps I wasn’t asking for the right info from the right place?
Our heads full, my research assistants and I went to the beach to check out a cool art display there.
Then this evening, as we told info to our lovely friend, she picks up her tablet and starts finding connections. More info to tract down and possible places to look for more info. Plus an offer to check out records if my future email inquires turn up more leads. It really helps us that she grew up here and totally understands the changes to boundaries etc.
One tiny step closer to perhaps finding out an answer or two. First up though sleep!
Ps never managed to hit post last night as it was a long day, late evening and then an early morning today.